I Suppose He Had a Private Sort of Greatness

Tonight's feature:



I can't wait till I'm 24 and I'm writing, directing, producing, and starring in what is widely considered the greatest American film ever made.

I could be an Orson, right?


Though the torment of three tests and a paper for Monday is over, I still can't unwind. Going home this weekend might help. It has been quite too long since I've seen my two best friends. Cam and Alex: hush, now. The agonizing weeks are over and we can soon bask in the days which are two weeks before Halloween. Every year, two weeks before Halloween... I think some kids go missing at Beverly's Mill. Something like that.

In other news, I need to invest in purple handlebar tape.